Chapter Four

FLINT'S POV

I walked out of the dressing room, holding a tray of drinks to serve those waiting ladies. The loud noise echoed in my ear and the dark dimmed yet moving lights were hiding their drunk faces. I came across a bunch of people, some are trying to get a glass from my tray but I managed to take back the drink politely. After a few more  drunk dancing encounters, I finally reached the room.

I gently knocked two times, then I got impatient and opened the door.

I was welcomed by 6 ladies in their tight dresses dancing around with their hands up in the air. They are seem lost in the music then I got their by my entrance.

"Please them, Bob," I said to myself then walked towards the glass corner table to put down their drinks with their eyes following my every move.

"Ladies, Good evening. I'm Bob at your service," I slightly bowed down, looking noble and gentleman, as Henley adviced.

I stood up straight and look them and their state. Mid- drunk ladies, with their hair no longer fixed. I was reading the room when the lady earlier came close to my face then smiled like a child.

"Heeeyy there Bob! Come with meee!" she voiced then dragged me to the couch. She made me sit, pushing my almost bare chest and sat on my lap.

My eyes widened but good thing I expected the worst tonight so I just let her be.

I put my hands on her hips and watched bang her head in the loud music while drinking. She's giving me a lap dance while holding her drink. She even spilled some on my shirt and I cursed under my breath. I have no other choice but to remove it.

She helped me doing so but when the shirt is off, she suddenly crashed her lips onto mine. I wasn't as shocked as before and so I kissed her back, sucking her lower lip. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth and I let my hands roam on her body. She pinned me down the couch while continued kissing me. I did not protest. I just continued kissing her, then I felt my pants getting tighter.

Shit. This is bad.

I groaned against her lips. She does not intend to stop so I pulled back, and were both panting. I looked around to see that the others are doing but they are seem to lost themselves as they danced.

I looked at her, who is now biting her lower lip while have a grin on her face. She placed a finger on my chest and with a witty grin, she slowly ran it down to my torso. She giggled then went further down... to my belt buckle.

She is now probably feeling my man between her legs and the situation is got worse when she slowly moved herself back and forth making me groan and whisper a curse under my breath.

I distracted myself and kissed her again, harder this time. She let out a moan when my kisses went down to her neck and earlobe and I gave a throatily groan the way she grip her hands in my hair. It just feels so good.

I guess being a stripper isn't that bad afterall hahaha. But I don't intend on fucking a woman while I'm here. My conscience will haunt me if I do.

After a few more kisses, I went back to her mouth, kissing her deeper than before. Man, she's probably been to a lot of making out sessions. I can't feel my mouth anymore. It's getting sore already. She's a good kisser, by the way.

After a few more kiss, I finally pulled my lips away from hers. She catched her breath, climbed off my lap went to one of the ladies. She talked to her, who is still dancing while nodding to whatever she says.

I fixed myself up, sat comfortably, adjusted my pants to a comfortable fit, but still makes no difference. My man got excited too mu-

"Here, for a wonderful session we just had. Honey, you have the best mouth there is. I'll see you often," she gave me 2 grand and I stood up to accept it.

"But there's seems to be a big problem downtown," she viciously said, looking down at my bulging crotch. "I'll triple that amount, let's go to cloud nine," she then smiled. She seemed not drunk anymore to negotiate. Or is she?

"Babe, sorry to tell you this but  you won't get the D tonight.

You're a good kisser to be fair, honey," I said then looked for my upper shirt to which I found lying on the floor.

"But-"

"Ah ah no buts honey. Not tonight. So stay tuned," I winked and head to the door.

"Ladies! Enjoy the rest of the evening!" I announced, though nobody is listening as they continued to dance. I smiled looking at them, and head out, closed the door behind me.

I was on my way back to the dressing room then I saw Henley on the counter so I went to her.

"Geez, you looked like a clown, with lipstick stains and shit. Here, let me," she noticed and grabbed my face, wet the towel at the counter and wiped the lipstick off my mouth.

My face was literally just a few inches from her. Is her lips really that thin?

"Geez she totally sucked off your mouth. Its still red," she gave up wiping, chuckled and let my face go, took her glass and drank its contains out.

"Soo how much this evening? I made 5 grand tonight. You?"

"Just two. Enough for the lip damage," I gave a heavy sigh and took a drink.

"Hmmmm. How's the first night for you? Had fun?" she giggled and faced to my direction while sipping her drink.

"I made out with an expert, ended up having 2 grand and a numb lips. Top that," I touched my lips to find out that the numbness is going away. Thank God.

"Oh Flint, you still have a lot of people to meet. Don't conclude yet," Sabby interrupted at the side.

"Henley here makes every man come back for more with those pretty little lips, you know," she added

I looked at Henley, who is busy roaming her eyes through the crowd and watched as her lips worked as she drink. With shut eyes, she poured the liquor all down her throat like a drain, winced in bitterness and gently bit her lower lip and gave a little laugh. Damn, that's hot.

I studied her face for a little while. Her brown hair with curls at the end, her eyebrows and lashes that hides her beautiful hazel brown eyes, her little pointed nose, down to her naturally plump lips. I absentmindedly bit my lower lip then I felt my something in my pants. Oh dear, I'll deal with you later. I need you to calm the fuck down.

I cleared my throat and fixed my seat when Henley caught me looking at her. She furrowed her brows while looking at me.

"Hey,"

"What?"

"Let's go to cloud nine," she grinned and laughed like a child.

"What?!" I exclaimed, taken aback from what she just said.

"You heard me. Let's fix that boner you have," then she slowly walked towards me.

Is she drunk?

She almost fell while walking, good thing she caught herself, holding at the counter.

Yep, she is most definitely drunk.

"Alright, let's get you sobered up. Come here little lion," Sabby came to Henley's aid, puting her arms around Sabby's shoulder and went on.

"See you around, Sexy Flinty!" the drunk Henley shouted then Sabby literally dragged her body behind the curtain where a private room exclusive for staffs is located.

With a one final drink, I poured it all out down my throat, harshly bringing the glass down the counter.

"Allright. I'm out for tonight. Thanks Ymir," I gave our bartender a nod, then grabbed my coat and head to the door

"Two grand in one night with a swollen lips. I think I'll be fine," I chuckled then I took my last step out of the place, gave it a one final look and grinned as I walk home.